Chapter 92

Ethan wished he was drunk. He wished he wasn’t there. He wished he hadn’t tried to hurt Emma. He wished he had a chance to do everything again. His fingertips sizzled, and to his horror, he realized he couldn’t hear Jesse any more.

Where did he go? What’s going on? Oh, fuck…

The burn spread up his hands, like a million fire ants marching across his skin. There was a sharp buzzing in his ear, and it grew louder and louder, electricity humming in a still night. That was why he couldn’t hear Jesse.

Is this wrong? Something is wrong. Something is wrong.